So I'm at my grandmother's house on the cape (the one that no longer exists because of eminent domain) and I'm through talking to people inside, so I head out and hop on a family member's motorcycle parked out front to practice riding for when I get my own. I don't have a permit yet, but I figure it's back from the main road and not that well ( Read more... )

I keep having these ridiculously intense dreams about moving to NYC and becoming an writer. The first one was after watching Stranger Than Fiction (good movie, by the way) and reading a book until I fell asleep thinking "man what happened? did he get completely bored of writing this halfway through??" I was living in a loft, chilling, enjoying ( Read more... )

The hard part about keeping a dream journal is writing about those dreams that don't translate at ALL to text ( Read more... )

I am in western New York, in a busy street outside a ticket vendor. Plane tickets, bus tickets, subway tickets, tickets for live sporting events. For whatever reason, I cannot possibly make it to my destination, but other possibilites seem to leap at me from nowhere. An hour to my west, the Bills are about to play the Broncos. I've never been ( Read more... )

Sitting in the car with my father on our way to ICS 100 training at 7 o'clock yesterday morning, I nervously recounted the dream I had about my mother the previous night. "She was driving like a maniac, dad- frankly I was a little nervous letting her out of my sight to drive to our conference today." In my dream, a cop was following us, but it ( Read more... )

I've been meaning to get my dream journal started again for a while, although I have a feeling if I decide to do it online, it will become filtered for everyone's sake. I think I can do a pretty good job of reading into my own dreams, but I'm curious as to what someone's else's perspective would get from them; especially if that person has a dream ( Read more... )

I had this dream last night where I bet money on this golf game, like a Caddyshack type event, and it was a competition to see whether this Bill Murray like guy or this korean guy could get it into the hole first- except they were using hammers instead of clubs, and the course was down this steep hill, into the road, and in some lady's yard. So ( Read more... )